When I spotted my husband, he was talking to a pre-schooler. My first thought was that we’d have to abort our little game: pretending I don’t know the man I live with is one thing; doing it in front of an audience is ludicrous. I resented him for making the game harder, but I was also proud of him. After all, it was I who had suggested we play strangers for the weekend in a foreign city while his parents watched our kids back home. It was well within his rights – not to mention perfectly in keeping with his personality – to chat to a father-daughter team at a café. He was putting me to the test, but maybe I’d surprise myself.
Ostensibly, my
